The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Rita had offered to carry the bags out of consideration, but Sherman remained firm in his response. "You're the one who shouldn't underestimate me! These are just a couple of clothes. Let's hurry along now!" Their interaction did not escape the notice of the clothes boutique's staff member, who found the interaction particularly heartwarming. In her view, Rita and Sherman seemed to be a perfect match, which made it all the more unfortunate that they were not together.

As they finally settled into the car, Rita was still clutching the almost weightless paper bag in her hand as Sherman prepared to drive her home.

"Are you heading back to your family home?" Sherman inquired.

Rita shook her head. "No. You can drop me off at the place I'm renting."

"Sure."

After a brief silence, Rita put forth a question. "Why didn't you ask about my decision not to go home?"

obligated to stay at home every day. Besides, I think

house once, and you've already seen through it all. My father can't see the truth even though

sense the underlying helplessness in her tone

father gets easily attached. Perhaps the older generation tends to focus more on having

the distance, feeling as if there was this sudden urge to open up on that tranquil afternoon ride. Her heart began to race as if to warn her

anything you'd like to talk

was the catalyst that opened

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are times when I don't even understand what my father is thinking. He says he remarried out of concern for me because he's worried about me not having a mother figure. I've always hoped she'd become someone who could treat me like my mother would, but she showed her true colors right from the outset. I learned to protect myself from her and her daughter at a young age, but I didn't